Port Fattan didn’t seem to have thought of deploying defenses above the sea. At this moment, the entire Bay of Port Fattan and several miles of the coastal waterfront were covered with ice. The undead could fully deploy the army on this frozen sea. Human beings simply cannot stop this.
Because of not enough troops—
Almost all the noble officers on the wall changed their faces. Once the undead deployed tens of thousands of troops on the sea, what would they use to resist? Just rely on the Hong Kong Guards of less than two thousand in Fatan Port, plus the White Lion Guards of the Eruin with fewer numbers
Fortunately, they weren’t frightened yet. Because the eldest son was still in the city, the nobles suggested to Delphine: "Miss Delphine, take back the troops outside the city. We can only fight with them. !"
Fighting in the street? Delphine shook her head slowly. In the darkness, her steadfast eyes seemed to be able to pass through the entire battlefield. The cold rain hit the uninjured half of her face, her smooth face was pale, and the prime minister's daughter was firmly determined. He replied: "Not yet in time, Miss Ouni, you take others down the city wall first, Baron Ludwig, you can also go down first."
Yinide stood in the rain: "Miss Delphine, are you not with us?"
"No," Delphine replied, "I said, before the time, Earl Alcons, you stay here too. I heard that you have experienced holy wars. Now this one must not be considered to be facing you. what."
Count Alcons was startled slightly, this sentence seemed to arouse the infinite pride in his heart, recalling his decades of military life, compared with it, it is really nothing at the moment. "Well, I'll stay," he replied, then turned around and said to Baron Ludwig: "Mr. Baron, you can go down first. Then the wall will not be so safe."
"What?" Baron Ludwig was very dissatisfied: "Do I look like a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"
"My Lord Baron, you don't have to be stubborn."
Seeing that the attitude of Count Alcons does not seem to be false, the elderly Fattan Harbor City Lord seems to have a loose attitude. After all, he is no better than a young man. After being exposed to the rain here, he feels a little unsupportable. Nodded, and followed the others down the wall.
A young priest intertwined with the people who walked down the city wall, and hurriedly came to Count Alcons: "Two adults, the rituals and magical tools are ready, but the solar eclipse will affect Jin Yanzhi. The power of the sacred arts greatly reduced the power of the sacred arts. Bishop Jolfo asked if he wanted to postpone the ritual spells?"
Yorfo has been promoted by the line of fire to become the bishop of East Metz. As for the original bishop, the station is in Fordham, and that place is currently under the control of the Silver Queen.
"What did Ms. Sidney say?" Delphine had already asked.
"Ms. Sidney said she believed in Earl Tonigel."
"Then my answer is—the same for me."
Delphine replied, she raised her head in the rain and looked silently over the sea cliff.
The rain and snow were floating, and the bare rocks were quickly covered with ice and snow. The light doors were slowly opening in the void, and the figures wearing holy robes and holding scepters were stepping through them. out. The priests came to the edge of the cliff one by one, and the ice wind stirred the hem of their holy robe. They slowly raised the scepter in their hands. A golden light seemed to burst out of the cloud, piercing the darkness, and descending from the sky. Echoing, reflecting on the scepter, countless scepters gleamed in the dark, connecting into one piece.
And in the center of this golden light, Sidney was looking down at the entire battlefield. The fierce battle under the sea cliff was reflected in her platinum eyes. She looked solemn and slowly stretched out her hand to press the void below.
The undead’s attack was once again blocked. The Eruins were not defenseless on the ice. The skeleton army encountered the stone puppets presented to Brando by the Bugans. Although the number was not large, they made the city walls. There is a strong vigilance in the heart of Suok: why have not the Bugans dispatched their fleet until now? He raised his head and looked in the direction of the port. The direction of the airport of Fattan Port was completely dark. The solar eclipse facilitated the movement of the undead army, but the world is often difficult to perfect.
At this time, a scout knight finally rushed from the rear to the Sea Cliff Fortress. This young man brought Thok the decision of the rear White Legion:
"Knight Thork, after a quarter of an hour, regardless of whether the Buga fleet appears or not, the White Legion will launch an attack on time."
"Why? Don't wait any longer? But my target is the Buga fleet!" Suok was even more surprised.
"Master Jazz thinks we have wasted too much time. The Bugans may have seen through this. We must force them to show up." The young man preached.
Sock nodded reluctantly. In that case, the effect of the sneak attack would not be achieved, but the battle in Fattan Harbor has indeed made him vigilant, and he also agrees with Airy, the commander of the White Legion Griffin Legion. Sir Greek's view. The previous counterattack of the human magician group in Fattan Harbor was very decisive, which directly caused the undead army to lose the ability of long-range magic support. That scene suddenly evoked his previous suspicion, which probably showed that the other party was prepared.
But in that case, why did the opponent abandon the sea cliff fortress
A faint uneasiness lingers in his heart, but at this moment the army of undead has completely spread out on the ice, entangled with the stone puppets of Fatan Port, between the sea cliff fortress and the outer wall of Fattan, on both sides on the front battlefield. It was also inextricably killed, and it was already impossible to retreat.
At this time, all that can be done is to continue the attack.
Until the outcome is determined.
At this time, a sound like thunder rang out suddenly, rumbling, and the sound seemed to be a giant beast coming out of the ground under the earth, resounding through the entire battlefield, and instantly spread to every one of the two warring parties. In human ears.
"What sound is that!"
"Oh my God, look at the sea!"
Sock was standing on the southern part of the sea cliff fortress at the moment, his eyes widened suddenly, looking at the bay direction of Fatan Harbor as if he had seen a ghost.
…
In the sacred and solemn hall, there was an angel hanging on the dark and deep vault, watching everyone below silently, making the hall silent. After the choir sang hymns for a while, they went to the back to rest. Many citizens prayed silently on their chairs, while the sound of killings in the direction of the port continued here, a little illusory, as if something happened in another world.
The face on the gate of the Temple of Fusha looked at Haruze, who was sullen not far away: "Hey, kid, you don't seem to be happy?"
The little prince raised his head listlessly and glanced at it—it’s called Jolfo, with the same name as the host of this temple—that’s what it said: "I want to fight too, but they always look down on me, Jol. Fu, am I particularly useless?"
"No, I don’t think so, it’s because you are the crown prince. Do you know that identity is always very important to humans. It is much more precious than those shabby and dilapidated civilian doors. I think those monks won't let me be destroyed so easily."
"It’s not like that. Prince Lenareit has the experience of taking the lead, and the teacher often teaches me that as the future king of Eruin, I need to protect my people from harm, but everyone is doing it for Egypt. Ruin's future is fighting, but I can only stay here, I don't understand why this is!" Haruze said loudly.
"Well, let me think about it," Jolfo said with a thoughtful expression. "Perhaps it is like this. Maybe you want to hear my story."
Hearing the story, the little prince became a little interested, and looked at the face on the temple gate curiously.
"You know, when I was little..."
"Wait, how come the door is young?" Haruzer asked suspiciously.
"Don't interrupt, because I was not a door at that time. It was a teak, to be precise, a sapling. At that time, I was not entrusted with important tasks..." Jolfo was not really angry because of being interrupted. , In fact, on the contrary, Haruze’s seriousness makes it very useful. It talked eloquently, and it took more than ten minutes to describe the experience of a teak tree from growing to felling, and finally to being made into the tall gate of the Temple of Fussa. This lengthy experience is full of meaningless. Nonsense and conjecture, but Haruze listened very attentively.
Finally, it concluded: "In short, what I want to say, gold will shine everywhere, just like when I was still in the mountains and mixed with those ineffective guys, I already understood deeply. With this, that's why today's achievement can be achieved. Do you understand, little guy?"
"Yorfo, thank you, I understand what you mean!" Haroze did not question the fact that the latter's so-called achievement was actually made into the gate of the temple, and said excitedly: "What you mean is Say, when I grow up, I will become a real man!"
"Uh..." Jolfo was stunned. "Well, it's not impossible to understand it like that. All in all, it's good for you, little guy."
"Thank you so much!" Haruze was very excited: "Yorfo, you helped me a lot!"
"Um... wait, what do you want to do?"
Haruze turned around, her beautiful silver-gray eyes gleaming:
"I want to grow up right away!"
After a quarter of an hour—
A slender figure sneaked out from the back door of the temple. This was undoubtedly a beautiful half-elf girl with a long neck and picturesque eyebrows. She wore a somewhat old monk robe with silver hair scattered behind her head. , Casually pierced a long ponytail, under the tip of the hair, pointed ears were exposed, his face was flushed, and his expression was a little nervous, and his temperament was weak, as if the wind would fall down. As soon as the girl ran out of the church, she was caught upright by the soldiers of the White Lion Guard guarding outside. When the young people from Tonigel saw this girl, they almost jumped up:
"Gong... Your Royal Highness!?"
"No... I am not!" Haruze was taken aback, and then he understood something, his face turned red, and he quickly waved his hands at a loss: "I am not a princess!"
He never dreamed that the accelerated growth spell classified as transformation magic not only allowed him to grow up quickly, but also his hair became longer, and his original clothes broke. He finally found such a one. The monk's robe, but the only thing that is a bit flawed is that it's the situation right now.
"No? Your Royal Highness?" The soldiers looked at Haruze suspiciously. In their eyes, the eldest princess Griffin, who was clearly Eruin, was in front of them.
"No, I, I mean..." Haruze saw that the soldiers became a little suspicious, and he secretly felt a little bad in his heart, and quickly changed his words: "I... By the way, I am the sister of the princess, I Called... By the way, Fu... Fusha! I, I am acting secretly with the mission this time!"
Princess Fusha? Princess Griffin has a younger sister? The young people of the White Lion Guard were suddenly at a loss. Most of them before joining Brando’s underdogs were in fact only Tonigel, Mintai’s generation of rural youths, or at best the heirs of little nobles, although they knew Princess Griffin knew about Prince Haruze, but really didn't know who the royal family members were. What's more, Haruze's appearance is really the same as his sister, and it's hard to be discouraged.
After a few moments of weighing, the soldiers confirmed the authenticity of the'His Royal Highness' in front of them. Apart from the others, the royal family's temperament on the opponent could not be disguised.
"Fu... Your Royal Highness Princess Fusha," they asked respectfully, "What's your order?"
"Tell me," Haruze breathed a sigh of relief. Although the development of the situation is a bit beyond his expectations, he is still developing in a good direction, and quickly replied: "Take me to the front!"
"Go to the front?" The soldiers looked at each other, "His Royal Highness, are we asking Lord Lord's opinion?"
"No, don't bother the teacher," Haruze was startled, and shook his head quickly: "This... this..."
The soldiers of the White Lion Guard were staring suspiciously at the sweaty and panicked little princess, but suddenly, a loud rumbling sound spread throughout Fattan Harbor.
Everyone, including Haruze, was immediately attracted to their attention. They turned their heads and looked at the direction of the loud noise with amazement. The sound was like a rolling thunder, continuous, and accompanied by a click, The cracking sound, like a giant beast emerging from the ground, immediately shuddered as well as the whole earth.
"What's wrong, what is this sound?" someone in the crowd asked in surprise.
"It seems to be from the port!"
"Ah—" Haruze suddenly let out a low cry, and he looked at the direction of the sublime Inland Sea to the east of Fatan Harbor with some shock.
The dazzling light is rising from the darkness.
…
Sock stared at what was happening before him. The eternal darkness was fading. A dazzling red sun was leaping from the sea level. The storm on the outer sea seemed to have subsided in an instant, and the sun was like a ray of light. The sword pierced the dark cloud, the lightning and phantoms under the cloud disappeared, and the darkness was receding from the entire earth. In the offshore sea, the thick ice surface is melting and cracking. Dreadful cracks appear on the ice layer. Facing the disaster of extinction in an instant.
Everyone witnessed this scene with their own eyes. Tens of thousands of undead were swallowed by the broken ice layer, the sea water and broken ice surging up and down, and then nothing was left.
How could this be? Sock was at a loss. Didn’t the plan say that the good night will last for three days? He imagined all the situations in his mind, including the failure of a sneak attack or a large-scale invasion by the Buga, but there is no such thing now. He is in I couldn't figure out why the Madara people had to pit themselves, and even dragged the White Legion into the water.
Suddenly, there was a thick warning sign in his heart, and he raised his head subconsciously. Through the first morning light, he found in horror that the direction of Fattan Port was empty, and there was no fleet shadow in the sky.
Being fooled, Sock felt cold in his heart.
"Retreat!" There was only one thought in his mind at this moment. He couldn't help shouting at all the undead in the Sea Cliff Fortress: "Retreat!"
But unfortunately, it is still a little late.
On the sea cliffs, Sidney’s platinum eyes reflected the brilliance of the rising sun, like a raging flame burning—
"Great Advent Art, All Kings Sacred -"